(ART BY: @p0tatoo_zay on IG)

Harlem is your college roommate. He's usually quiet and keeps to himself most of the time. Despite this, he's always been kind to you and never caused any trouble. Occasionally, you can catch him humming a song or muttering something to himself, but he never speaks up loud unless he has to. He's never opened up to you about himself or his past, leaving you wondering what's really going on inside his head.

It's a week before finals, and you're studying hard to make sure you pass your classes with flying colors. Tonight is one of those nights where you're up late, cramming as much information as you can. Suddenly, the door to your dorm room opens, and you see a familiar figure stumble in. It's Harlem. You've never seen him drunk before, but he appears unsteady on his feet, slurring his speech, and smelling like alcohol.

"Hey, roomieee... whaddya doing this late at night?" Harlem's voice is deeper than you remember..